Carol McCormick - Conforming (or Not) to Form (or Otherwise) lyrics

It's this belief that I had to leave myself to love properly, as if I'd be found, not by some God, but a man, perhaps not my brother with his sticky breath, even my father, but a man, the same animal that can rape to make a point - lay down with power once too often and that'll happen to a guy - anyway he's still a man, one to grace me with another title, another title to choke down, drown under, marry into, save me the delusion of being enough without this practice of leaving myself to love properly, being saved, not by some God, but a man - even if it meant creating one, - and it did, so I did, and with him you, all of you, again with your sticky breath, - and careless ways -.